The sky is dark and is full of stars that are very shiny from the cold. The smell of salt burns in the nose. Some sleeping birds are frightened when Baltazar crosses the rough weeds looking for the footprint that comes out to the beach. Narrowed his eyes. There are no reflections in the sea and the wind is blowing, but he made out a long, happy dip amid the noises of so many waves. Once again the route of the whales coincided with the path of the three men. Baltazar smiles, because it is still night, and behind the moon he discovers a second long dip.